That glory to a mighty queen remains,
To triumph o'er th' extinguish'd foe;
*She fhall fupply the thunderer's place;
As Pallas, from th' ætherial plains,
Warr'd on the giants impious race,

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And laid their huge demolish'd works, in fmoaky ruins low.

Then Anne's fhall rival great Eliza's reign;

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And William's genius, with a grateful smile, Look down, and blefs this happy ifle; And Peace, reftor'd, fhall wear her olive crown again.

"Vicem gerit illa Tonantis." The Motto on her Majefty's Coronation Medals.

ODE

O DE

ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.

I.

APOLLO, god of founds and verfe,

Pathetic airs and moving thoughts infpire! Whilft we thy Damon's praife rehearse : Damon himself could animate the lyre.

Apollo, god of founds and verse,

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Pathethic airs and moving thoughts inspire! Look down! and warm the fong with thy celestial fire.

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Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here,
Thyself a young Apollo did appear;

Young as that god, fo fweet a grace,
Such blooming fragrance in thy face;
So foft thy air, thy vifage fo ferene,
That harmony ev'n in thy look was feen.

III.

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But when thou didst th' obedient ftrings command, And join in confort thy melodious hand, Ev'n fate itfelf, fuch wondrous ftrains to hear,

Fate had been charm'd, had Fate an ear.

But what does mufic's kill avail?
When Orpheus did his lofs deplore,

Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;

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Hufh'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar ; But dear Eurydice came back no more.

IV.

Then cease, ye fons of harmony, to mourn;

Since Damon never can return.

See, fee! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way! 25 Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,

For the new guest's arrival stay,

And hymns of triumph fing.

They bear him to the happy feats above,
Seats of eternal harmony and love;

Where artful Purcell went before.

Ceafe then, ye fons of mufic, cease to mourn;
Your Damon never will return,
No, never, never more!

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ANACREON.

ODE THE THIR D.

AT dead of night, when mortals lose

Their various cares in foft repose,

I heard a knocking at my door:
Who's that, faid I, at this late hour
Disturbs my rest ?—It sobb'd and cry'd,
And thus in mournful tone reply'd.
"A poor unhappy child am I,
"That's come to beg your charity;
"Pray let me in!-You need not fear;
"I mean no harm, I vow and fwear;
"But, wet and cold, crave shelter here;

"Betray'd

"Betray'd by night, and led aftray,
"I've loft-alas! I've loft my way."
Mov'd with this little tale of fate,
I took a lamp, and op'd the gate;
When fee! a naked boy, before
The threshold; at his back he wore
A pair of wings, and by his fide
A crooked bow and quiver ty'd.
"My pretty angel! come, faid I,
"Come to the fire, and do not cry!"
I ftrok'd his neck and fhoulders bare,
And squeez'd the water from his hair
Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,
And chear'd him with a draught of wine.
Recover'd thus, fays he; "I'd know,
“Whether the rain has spoil'd my bow;
"Let's try"—then shot me with a dart,
The venom throbb'd, did ake and finart,
As if a bee had ftung my heart.

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"Are these your thanks, ungrateful child, "Are these your thanks ?"—Th' impoftor fmil'd: "Farewell, my loving hoft, fays he;

"All's well; my bow 's unhurt, I fee;

"But what a wretch I've made of thee !"

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WHERE Babylon's proud walls, erected high

By fam'd Semiramis, afcend the sky,

Dwelt youthful Pyramus, and Thisbe fair ;
Adjoining houses held the lovely pair.
His perfect form all other youth's furpafs'd;
Charms fuch as hers no Eaftern beauty grac'd.

Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew,
An early promife of the love t' enfue.

Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind,
The nuptial rites their faithful hands had join'd; 10
But, with vain threats, forbidding parents strove
To check the joy; they could not check the love.
Each captive heart confumes in like desire;
The more conceal'd, the fiercer rag'd the fire.
Soft looks, the filent eloquence of eyes,
And fecret figns, fecure from houfhold fpies,
Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, between
Each parted houfe, retain'd a chink, unfeen
For ages paft. The Lovers foon espy'd
This fmall defect, for Love is eagle-ey'd,
And in soft whispers foon the paffage try'd.

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